Cant stop this feeling - Harry Hook x reader -SMUT FIC/SERIES

P5 - A proper date

SMUT FIC-MINORS DNI- All 'important' characters are 18+!

warning; SMUT, unprotected sex (don worry (y/n) is on birth control), blood, biting(consensual).

Chubby!reader-no fem pronouns used but using female anatomy.

*note/warning; some fat/body shaming from one of the characters-fat/chubby/big bodies are beautiful-fuck other people's options if they're negative.

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In the days that followed the day trip to Genoa, Harry found himself sleeping through the nights with no burning heat under his skin. Finally able to get a full night's sleep since the 2nd night of the cruise. The royal cruise ship was heading back to Auradon-of course being scheduled for one last stop before it was set to head straight home, but it seemed-whoever it was- had given up on drugging Harry.

And while Harry felt immense relief at that-he couldn't help but miss spending the night with (y/n). Harry sighed, looking up at his cabin ceiling, his mind wandering to places it really shouldn't. his body shuddered at the memory of you, your thighs against his hips, your mouth on him, the way his hands fit perfectly against your sides, warm and plush-he swallowed harshly when he remembered how you smelled, how you sounded, how you tasted.

Harry let out a shaking huff, closing his eyes and rubbing his face. "Get a grip Harry, for god's sake" he muttered to himself, his cheeks already warm as he felt himself get hard. He bit his lip-glancing at his door-seeing it was locked and slowly dipped his hand below the blankets, gasping lightly as his hand met his bulge, twitching under his palm.

"Fuck." Harry muttered, already beginning to pant as he rubbed himself over his boxers, his cheeks beginning to burn as he slowly began to rut his hips into his palm, a wet spot slowly growing on his boxers. "hhaaa-ha-ah~" Harry tilted his head back into his pillow, closing his eyes as he imagined your hand instead of his, and his fingers soon dipped below the band of his boxers.

His shoulders jolted as he touched his tip, already leaking with precum, and slicking his fingers up. "Fuck-" Harry cursed quietly, clutching his pillow as his head thrashed to the side, clenching his jaw as he started to slowly draw his fingers up and down his hardened cock. "ahh-" he remembered the last night he had come to your room for help-the day before Genoa, he remembered you going on your knees-you're pretty eyes looking back up at him, fuck you were so fucking pretty. He remembered your tongue on his cock-fluttering against his tip and licking up his shaft.

His hips jolted, forcing his cock through his fist and he groaned, gasping for breath as he stroked his dick, his eyes screwed tightly closed as the slick sound of his skin closing around the tip echoed in his ears. God, he wanted to taste you again, to hold your hips down as he sucked on your clit-to fuck you till you both dropped.

Without the help of that damned drug.

A loud moan ripped from Harry's lips and he quickly covered his mouth, unable to stop them from pushing out his chest as that heat coiled in his belly, his fist and hips getting faster, precum soaking his boxers and hand. He started to pant your name out, breathy moans interrupting his speech "(y/n-fuuah-(y/n) ahh-ahh~ hhhah (y/n)~"

His belly jolted, the hot coil in his belly tightening as he thrust into his fist-he thought he might bite through his lip as he came closer to that peak. He let out a groaned whisper of your name-his cheeks blazing as that coil snapped, his back arching slightly as he came-ropes of cum coating his belly and soiling his boxers.

Harry collapsed, breathing heavily as he felt himself relax, his cheeks slowly cooling down as he pulled his hand up from the sheet-scrunching his nose at the strings of cum and precum stretched between his fingers and palm. "Shower time" he muttered to himself, hopping out bed and into the bathroom-not bothering to turn the lights on.